I Thought the White String in My Egg Was Something Dangerous—The Truth Completely Surprised Me

beside them.

And sometimes, it is breakfast, cereal bowls on the table, and your daughter asking, very calmly, “Daddy, does our mommy think about us?”

Grace was seven when she asked that.

“Daddy, does our mommy think about us?”

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I put down my coffee and looked at her across the table.

“I don’t know what she thinks, baby,” I said honestly. “But I know continue reading …